[When Amanda wakes, it's with the uncertain sense that something is . . . wrong. There's the room, which is not the way it should be. There's the nagging feeling that she's forgotten . . .
Anyone near the vicinity of room 217 will hear a devastating, anguished wail. The door to the room bangs open, and it looks like a tornado blew through through it. In the middle of it all is a young woman, crying.
Amanda Lockheart is home, but apparently she's not happy about it.]
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Anyone near the vicinity of room 217 will hear a devastating, anguished wail. The door to the room bangs open,
and it looks like a tornado blew through through it. In the middle of it all is a young woman, crying.
Amanda Lockheart is home, but apparently she's not happy about it.]